free_association

you have to at least try

One of the most interesting facts about my life is that people ask me for advice.

Internally, it's one of the most perplexing phenomena I encounter. I barely clear my own hurdles on a day-to-day basis: forget the hurdles of others. The hardest problems in life are the ones you're not even aware you're solving. They make up a fair few of the ones I come across.

For a long time, I was the only member of my immediate social circle who wasn't pursuing a doctorate at Oxford. There are strains and stresses unique to that situation which merit explaining. For one thing, envying the pursuit of doctoral studies at Oxford is definitionally the shallowest form of social exclusion. You are countenancing the niche and nebulous academic exploration of the world's most abstract topics at the world's premier (and second-oldest) institution of higher education in the world. Do you hear that? It's the sound of the world's smallest violin. You have the time, energy, and pettiness to obsess over a lifestyle only a small, elite minority can even contemplate. Bully for you. Find a real problem.

But there is something strange about being solicited for advice despite falling (ostensibly) the lowest on the academic and intellectual ladder amongst your friends and colleagues. In many senses, you are the failure case. You are the example of what not to do, the cautionary tale told at the water cooler. "Some people don't make it. Best if it's not you."

Regardless, people expected to be scared witless by that cautionary tale — the cautionary tale of me, me, me — make up a big fraction of those who ask me what it's like in my head. What do I do when I wake up in the morning? How do I study? How do I learn? I always land on the same piece of advice:

You have to at least try.

There's no magic to getting papers published, getting into a doctoral programme, learning an instrument, learning to code, coming up with ideas — it's actually pretty straightforward, in theory, when it comes to identifying what needs to be done. You need to do things, and you need to at least try to do those things. You need to start at Step 1, make your way to Step 2, and rinse and repeat until you get to Step The Last. It's easy to understand but hard to do. That's the first and last piece of advice I give anyone when they ask. How did you learn guitar? By starting and not giving up when it got hard. Physics and math? Starting, and maintaining the push even when I thought my world was collapsing and everyone around me was twice as smart as me and I was just an ape 200,000 years further behind the intellectual evolutionary track. And so on. Hard things are hard; they take time, they take dedication, and they take perseverance — especially when things seem impossible. Otherwise they'd be easy.

Most people are paralysed somewhere between Step 0 and Step 1. This is in pursuit of The Project — what The Project looks like, precisely, is different for each of us.

About 50% of people I know never make it to Step 1; I've spent a lot of my life in this category, too. That's fine — there are upsides and downsides to that — and it depends on what you want from life.

Advantages to Sticking to Step 0 (50% of people)

Disadvantages to Sticking to Step 0

So there are upsides and downsides. For the record, "sticking to step 0" doesn't mean "never do anything, ever". It doesn't mean you have no achievements or jobs or accolades. It simply means that there was no great project you worked on, no grand design you sketched for yourself, and life was mostly timetabled and organised for you by others. Maybe those "others" were parents, your boss, or your political party. Could be down to everyone.

Now for the next part:

Advantages to Getting to Step 1 (The Next ~49% of People)

Disadvantages to Getting to Step 1

So there are ups-and-downs to the Step 0 -> Step 1 tradeoff. That makes sense; there's no such thing as a free lunch. Taking a leap also means you risk not closing the gap, and sometimes you don't get a second crack at the jump. Life is finite, and if you sacrifice time or relationships for something, you can't always get them back.

But, say you did it, made it to Step 1, and now look at doing The Next Big Thing. That puts you in a very small minority — maybe fewer than 1% of people, myself excluded (I don't imagine I ever made it this far) — and, of course, there are

Advantages to Making it to Steps 2-Through-Last (<=1% of People)

Disadvantages to Making it to Steps 2-Through-Last

Have we been exhaustive in our cost-benefit analysis of The Project? Certainty not. You can't formulate a full accounting for the full constellation of human ingenuity, iniquity and indolence in a hundred words or less. Especially not if you are a doctoral-dropout-has-been with an excess of ideas and a deficit of ability. But even if ten, a hundred, a thousand people are laughing at me right now, I guarantee you not a single one will have the patience to put their censure to paper. I tried, they didn't — Q.E.D. I may not be right, but at least I win.

When I was a young boy I spent my life alone. Inside or outside, living was a solitary activity. I cooked, cleaned, studied, practiced, grew up — all by myself. At thirteen I spent my Summer memorising hundreds of pages of half-legible prepubescent scrawl to memory. The Russian Civil War. The Nitrogen Cycle. Catalysis. I did this because I thought that, at the very end, at Step The Last, it would give my life some meaning. In the gaps between, I had a trick I'd use to fill up the spare time.

I had a little list on my wall, written on a tatty little sticky note which, over the months and years, however wrinkled and discoloured it became, remained stuck there, watchful, beneath my old analog TV. On the top, it said "Things to Do When I Get Bored" — go outside, cook, play guitar, play a game, read a book — but, try as I might, and in spite of that little sticky note's long lifetime on that old bedroom wall, I never took the list seriously. I never really looked at it. Because it felt disingenuous, wrong, fake. I realised many years later why that was. It was because I hadn't named it right. I hadn't called it what it was:

"Things to Do When I Am So, Very Lonely."